Jan. Week 3: A Long Weekend-Monday...It was no one and...Leah gives Jonathan a blowjob in the restaurant! (Suspicion: -10, Luck: -20)

Luckily, it was just Mrs…someone she couldn’t remember one of the new hires…Mrs. Laurel. Leah and Mrs. Laurel did the regular dance of hellos, “how’s your long weekend going?” and the traditional social routine of meeting someone in public who you probably should know more about but don’t.

Mrs. Laurel was soon seated and then Jonathan and Leah were quickly seated at a booth.

Their lunch started as all their lunches did: with him launching into a tirade about his latest project, the office characters, the code bugs, the woeful lack of caffeine. Leah listened, smiling, interjecting just enough to keep him talking. She liked this about him, the way he could fill the space with words, as if his voice kept the world at bay. She sipped her drink with a smile and let her gaze drift over his face, imagining how he looked back when they first met.

The waiter came and went in the background, dropping off drinks, then their food—some unholy marriage of ramen and gnocchi for her, a sandwich with kimchi for him—and Leah ate without tasting, lost in the gentle buzz of romance.

By the time they finished their entrees, Jonathan had finally run out of steam, and the lull in conversation was a warm, heavy thing, like the afterglow of a long orgasm. She finished the last bite, licked a spot of noodle sauce off her fork, and looked at him with a sly grin.

“You know,” she said, dropping her voice, “I’m still hungry.”

"For what?" He raised an eyebrow, played along.

“I want dessert,” she purred, letting the last word hang.

Jonathan didn’t quite get it at first, so she let her foot wander farther up. She felt his leg tense, then relax. Then he got it. His face flushed, color blooming up his neck.

“L-Leah,” he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. She smiled innocently, then not-so-innocently. Leah looked around to make sure the coast was clear and then slipped under the table like a cat. The floor was cold and a little sticky, but she didn’t care as she came face to face with Jonathan’s lap.

Leah unzipped his pants, slow and deliberate, and fished out his cock. It was already hard. He always was for her. She grinned and laughed at his clearly false protests and worries about getting caught.

“No one is going to see. Don’t worry. I will just duck under the table.” she smiled.

“But what if th-!?” Leah’s mouth cut him off—but not with her voice. She engulfed his head with her mouth.

She worked him slow, using her tongue to tease the underside, hands braced on his thighs. Above her, she heard Jonathan inhale so sharply it was almost a gasp.

The restaurant was quiet, only a few other diners scattered about, none close enough to see what she was doing. The low hum of the wall-mounted TV and the clink of silverware covered the faintest wet sounds. Every few seconds, she’d pause and pull back, squeezing the shaft and looking up at him with her big, innocent eyes. He was doing everything he could to keep it together—biting his lip, gripping the table edge, toes curling in his loafers.

A waitress drifted by, her rubber-soled shoes squeaking. Leah froze, tongue wrapped around Jonathan’s cock, hiding entirely beneath the table as the woman hastily refilled their glasses with out even noticing Leah. Jonathan managed a tight, shaky “thanks.” When the coast was clear, Leah resumed, this time speeding up, using her hand to jerk the base while she pumped the rest with her lips.

Jonathan’s thighs shook harder.

“OH God babe…” he said with a groan. “You’re gonna make me cum…” he whispered and he moved his hand to her head and forced her head down at just the right spot, just the right pace to send him over the edge. Leah felt him tense, then pulse—a sudden, hot flood at the back of her throat. She took it all, swallowing with a practiced gulp, then licked him clean, savoring the slightly bitter taste.

She waited another beat before emerging from under the table on the other side, cheeks flushed, hair a little mussed. She straightened her top, licked her lips, and looked Jonathan dead in the eye.

“Mmm,” she said, her voice honey-thick. “Yum. I could eat that every day.”

“God I love you so much.” he smiled as she gave her a glowing smile.

With lunch and "dessert" over they soon parted ways for the day, Jonathan heading back to work elated. Leah had the afternoon alone at their place, which was a relaxing calm before the storm of the work week to come.